While we play with our little dollies 

Those narrow-minded souls inside bodies.

We love the light that shines upon our sides.

But the light blinds, my dear,

We cannot see those looking in from the darkness, I fear.

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While we pull the strings on our puppets,

We push them over the edge, they always plummet.

We watch with utmost glee

However we cannot see

Those lurking in the gloom.

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Though we pluck and tug the strings

We must tread carefully, for we are not the king.